I’d somehow bonded them all on the third level as an Elemental Fae as well, missing only one final culminating act. One that would require another Elemental Fae to administer.
Later.
We would do that later.
For now, I needed them to fulfill another need. One I felt rivaled in each of them. Even Zakkai. Although, he’d chosen to shift a few feet away, content to watch Zeph work.
Don’t leave,I said.
I wouldn’t even if I could, star,he replied into my mind.Besides, you’ll need me after your “adequate” experience with them.
I smiled against Kols’s mouth, amused by Zakkai’s teasing.They’re more than adequate.
Mmm, we’ll see.
“Is there any lube in this paradigm?” Zeph asked, his touch sliding from my damp center to my backside and sending a shiver down my spine. I wasn’t sure if he planned to use that on Kols… or on me. It was something we hadn’t done yet. Something I’dneverdone.
“Yes,” Shade replied. “Nightstand.”
“Grab it,” Zeph demanded.
If your Warrior Blood tries to command me, he’ll quickly learn that the only one I will ever consider kneeling to is you,Zakkai murmured into my mind.So let’s hope he doesn’t think I’ll acquiesce as easily as the others.
He likes control,I replied, arching as Zeph inserted a finger into my ass. “Oh,” I breathed, my lips leaving Kols’s.
“How about we move her to the bed?” Shade suggested. He stood beside it with the bottle in his hand, just like Zeph had requested.
Well,demanded.
I like control, too,Zakkai informed me softly.Think you can handle two alpha males in your life, sweet star?
Pretty sure I’m surrounded by four,I replied as Zeph lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Kols. Strip,” he said as he set me on the mattress.
“Make me,” Kols replied, a challenge in his tone that had me squeezing my thighs together. He’d stood up, his regal posture a sight to behold after he’d been so near death. Yet somehow he appeared even more royal now with his ash-tipped hair and bronzed irises.
He resembled a conqueror.Conqueror of Death, I mused, liking the new title.
“You want me to make you?” Zeph arched a dark brow, turning toward Kols as he removed his own jacket, laying it beside me on the bed. “Yeah, I’ll make you,” he decided out loud, walking up to him and grabbing him by the throat. He captured Kols’s mouth in a kiss meant to bruise, making me moan on the bed at the erotic sight.
I loved watching them together. It was sohot. All that battling masculinity and dominance. It had me longing to be in the center, which I sensed was the plan.
But there was also an underlying emotion to Zeph’s movements, his touch harsh yet gentle. Demanding yet reverent.
He’s alive, Zeph whispered to me.
I know.
You brought him back.
Webrought him back,I corrected.Now strip him for me. I want to fuck.
Zeph released Kols on a laugh and glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, do say that out loud, Aflora. You know how much I love that mouth.”
“Strip him for me so we can fuck,” I reiterated.
Kols’s burnt irises met mine, his pupils flaring at the statement. “I’m biting you again.”
